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He rolls his eyes. “You tell me. You’re the one with the visitor downstairs. I just happened to be the one who answered the fucking door.”
“Who is it?” Seriously, who on earth would be at the door looking for me? Cold sweat forms and trickles down my spine.
“I don’t know. I’m not your servant. And you don’t have me whipped by your precious pussy like these three.” He gestures to the other rooms in the hall.
I narrow my eyes, unafraid of his antics, but also completely disgusted by them. I hold up a hand. “Fine, Alec. I’ll be right down.”
“Whatever,” he throws at me, disdain thick in his voice. “He’s waiting on the front porch. I’ve got other shit to do, princess.”
He storms back down the hallway, and I quickly cross to my window and carefully peek out, but I can’t see whoever is on the porch. There’s a dark-blue SUV in the driveway, but it’s not one I recognize.
I draw in a deep, steadying breath and head downstairs. At the front door, I look out the window at the side, but all I see is the yard and a pretty blue sky. Fucking weird. With a shrug, I open the door. There’s no one.
I step onto the porch, awareness prickling through me too late that I’m not alone. Harsh fingers dig into my arm, yanking me to the side, and I’m hauled over a muscular shoulder in one swift, dizzying motion.
I didn’t get a look at his face but my stomach pitches as his cologne hits my nostrils. My eyes fly open in shock.No.I suck in a breath and scream long and loud. But no one stops the madness. There’s no one home who cares.
“Shut the fuck up,” he grunts as I struggle against him, but when it’s clear he’s not putting me down, I hammer his back with my fists.
“Let me go,” I pant with the exertion of trying to free myself. This isn’t happening.No. “Get your filthy fucking hands off me!”
Sure enough, he trudges over to the back of the vehicle I hadn’t recognized from my room’s window. I’m so savage at my attempt to get free, he practically claws at my ass with his hands to keep me over his shoulder as he nudges under the bumper with his shin. The back end opens.
No.No, no, no.
He drops me to my feet and spins me around, his grip so tight on my upper arms I cry out in pain, my eyes crashing shut. “You’re done here,” he grits. “You’ve asked enough questions about Will.”
Unbridled panic flows through my veins, hot and thick, winding its way to my heart and squeezing hard. I draw in a ragged breath, then let the bitter words scrape from my throat. “I willneverbe done asking questions.” I open my eyes, leveling him with a death stare and registering the movement of his arm only a split second before the flat of his hand meets my cheekbone with a violent crack. My head snaps to the side, the blow spiraling me into darkness.
TO BE CONTINUED…